Chapter 11

No Soul, Punk

Skylar paced around the room nervous, she kept running her hands through her hair as she paced. Her heart raced and she was mumbling incoherent words, the door opened and her head snapped up. It was Lucifer. She growled and ignored him trying not to stab him, though she wanted to.

"What's wrong love?" he asked as he walked towards her, she glared up at him.

"What's wrong? WHAT'S WRONG?! I know your plan, Lucifer! Your plan to kill Ianari to keep me with you! You think I wouldn't find out somehow? Eh? No? I'm a freaking Winchester! I found out one way or another! And going behind my back! That's cruel! I guess it fits you!" she laughed hysterically "And for one I never EVER loved you! You can't feel anything but enjoyment of people's suffering! You're a..a evil, self centered, narcissistic, bastard!" she spat in his face as all the words came crumbling out. Lucifer didn't even flinch or try to fight back; he stared at her with pain in his eyes. Skylar stormed out into the lobby place, demons blocked her way out.

"Move," Lucifer weakly said from behind her, the demons moved out of her way. Skylar walked out of the asylum, before she left Lucifer said. "It's already too late, he's already dead," she growled as she looked around, nowhere to go.

Cas? You there? Ian? I need a lift, can someone please get me? I don't wanna call my brothers.

"I can give you one," a voice came from behind her, she turned around to see who it was.

"Who are you?

"Alex, I'm a demon, I killed Ianari and it's the least I can do for you since you're gonna be in such despair soon,"

"I can't believe that he's dead, you look fine and Ianari wouldn't have gone out without a fight,"

"Well, he can't fight when he's surprised," Alex smirked. Skylar felt something shift in her, something dark, she pushed it away.

"He would still fight,"

"You don't want to accept that your little angel boyfriend is dead, you're in denial. It's completely normal, Skylar,"

"Stop acting like you're my shrink, you're nothing but a pest,"

"Wow, you sound like Lucifer, I guess being with him had an influence on you,"

"Just, shut up I don't want to hear your voice, you're so annoying," they bowed.

"Yes, ma'am. Do you want a ride or not?" Skylar rolled her eyes.

"Fine," Alex held out their hand, "do I really have to?"

"Unless you wanna hug," Skylar reluctantly took their hand. Alex transported her to the motel, they knew what she was feeling while they transported. Skylar felt like she was getting choked, like her windpipe was getting smashed. Once they landed, Skylar was gasping for air. Alex chuckled.

"You get used to it,"

"Not rea-," as Skylar looked around, she noticed the imprint of burnt wings on the carpet. Skylar's heart stopped, the sounds around her were being blocked out with a loud ringing. She couldn't move, "I-Ian?" once she finally got her legs to work she walked over. Ian was on the ground, his eyes were burnt pits and his wings imprinted on the ground, "Ian! N-No!" she fell to the ground, the tears finally came springing out.

"Sorry, hun," Alex shrugged. The dark feeling came back and harder than ever, her vision shifted as well as her feelings. She was empty. The tears stopped and she just stared at Ian.

Alex watched the younger Winchester look at Ian, part of him felt bad the other part didn't care. The motel door opened up, Dean and Sam walked in. Dean stopped in the doorway when he saw Skylar, Sam looked at Dean confused but then saw Skyar.

"S-Sky?" Sam choked out, Alex nodded and disappeared. The brothers saw the imprints of the wings, both of them rushed to her side. Sam grabbed a blanket and covered the body up. Dean picked up his little sister bridal style and set her in a bed. Sam picked up Ianari and began to carry him out of the door when Skylar spoke up.

"Sam?" Sam stopped.

"Yeah?" Skylar stood up, she uncovered Ian's face. She closed his icy blue eyes then planted a kiss on his cold lips. Sam looked at Dean who looked back sad. Skylar whispered "I love you" against his lips. She ran her fingers through his auburn hair once before sluggishly walking back to bed. Sam frowned, he walked out and put him in the trunk of the impala. Dean sat next to Skylar, looking at her.

time skip*

"Where is she!" Dean yelled as he scanned around, "call her again, Sam,"

"Dean, if she isn't answering then she isn't going t-,"

"Just call her!" Dean yelled as he looked at Sam. Sam scrambled to call Skylar. It rang a few times before she picked up.

"Heloooo brotha from the same motha!" Skylar giggled.

"Skylar?"

"Tis I, this tis Skylar, does this be Samuel?" her words were slurring and music was in the background.

"Put it on speaker, Sam" Sam put it on speaker for Dean.

"Dean is listening,"

"Sup Deeaaaannnnnnnnnn? How's it hangin'?"

"Why are you drunk?"

"My boywriend just died, I need cwoser,"

"And getting drunk is the answer?"

"Yeah, duh!"

"Where are you?"

"At a bar,"

"No dip, Sherlock," Dean said rolling his eyes.

"Fwine, m' at twa Rwd Woke Bwar,"

"The Red Oak bar where?"

"Nwext to the motwel,"

"Okay, sit still,"Sam hung up as Dean made a U-turn, gunning for the motel. Dean finally got to the bar and practically ran in the Red Oak bar.

Dean looked around, pushing through bikers, drunks, and hot women until he found his sister. Skylar was basically trying to flirt the bartender into another drink. But he kept refusing.

"Skylar!" Dean shouted as he jogged up to Skylar.

"Dean, ywore here! Please twell this kind man to get me another dwink,"

"You've had enough,"

"No, youuuuu don't know me!" the pointed a shaky finger at Dean.

"I'm your brother, I'll carry you if I have to,"

"Then do swo I'm not gwonna leave!" Dean huffed and picked up Skylar, who squealed and kicked. Dean carried her out of the bar, Sam opened the motel door and Dean laid her on one of the beds. Skylar stared at the ceiling.

"Trash can," she abruptly said.

"What?"

"I need the trash can!" She began to gag and Sam grabbed the trash can and handed it to Skylar who vomited into it. Dean grimaced and got a beer. Skylar finished throwing up and laid in the bed, her bottom lip quivering. Dean noticed her actions and walked over to her.

"Sam, we're out of food and beer. Can you get some?" Sam was about to object but he knew Skylar was more comfortable with Dean than him, so he got his coat and the impala keys and went to get food and beer. Skylar curled up under the covers and stared off. Dean sat next to her and rubbed her shoulder gently, she whimpered and unconsciously curled up against him.

Dean held his sister against his chest, running his fingers through her soft hair. He began to rock her back and forth trying to soothe her. He knew what she was like, he knew when she was pain when she didn't say anything. When she was silent it meant she was when she was in a lot of pain.

As Skylar sat there, the familiar darkness hit her soul, her lip stopped quivering and she pushed Dean away. Dean looked surprised.

"Skylar?"

"I don't need comfort, Dean. I'm not a child," she snapped as she grabbed a water from the fridge.

"Skylar, you need to tell me what is wrong?"

"Why? So you can make it your problem? Haha!No,"

"Skylar,"

"How 'bout you get your shrink, named Castiel, your boyfriend, and tell you what is wrong," Dean clammed up.

"Castiel is not my boyfriend. I'm straight,"

"No, Dean, you're not. You're bisexual or pansexual,"

"Skylar don't change the subject," Skylar huffed and drank her water, "you're drunk you don't know what you're saying,"

"I may be drunk but my mind is clear as purified water,"

"Skylar don't," Dean stood up and walked over to Skylar, "don't act like you don't have feelings. You're a human, you need to let the tears flow," Skylar laughed.

"You're the one telling me I should let my feelings flow!? Oh, please Dean! You don't have a soul. You don't use yours!!!" Skylar began to raise her voice.

((I'll continue this later, my fingers hurt from typing on this phone. Tell me if anything is wrong. Tell me if I you like it or any suggestions! Thanks!!))